Last Morning at Home

I hadn’t thought much about my last morning at home before I left for Fleet Academy. Being sentimental isn’t really my thing, which probably comes from knowing first-hand how fast you can lose something you care about. I didn’t walk around saying goodbye to my things like a little kid, I’d just rechecked my pack before I’d gone downstairs to breakfast.


There wasn’t much room for sentimental in my pack, either. One personal item was all that was allowed, and I’d chosen the box-framed picture of my Dad in his dress uniform and medal for valor Fleet had given us. I’d chosen it as a reminder of why I was attending the Academy and what I wanted to achieve. To surpass, really.


I was securing my VR gaming rig when the intercom chime sounded.

“Hey, Mom. What’s up?” I replied to it.

“Breakfast is almost ready, kiddo. I made you pancakes.”

“Nice! Thanks Mom, I’ll be right down.”


That’s when it started to hit me. My Mom was awesome, always doing little things like that for me. We’d been pretty close since Dad died. It had been just us for eight years. Now I was leaving home and Mom for four years of Academy training. If everything went well, I’d likely be shipped off aboard a starship after that. I felt the weight of this major change in that moment, pushed down the hint of fear that tried to surface. I was going to Fleet Academy, and I would become a Fleet Officer no matter what.


I could smell the buttery sweet pancakes as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mom was at the stove making them from scratch, which was a special treat over the quick prep stuff we usually ate.


“Hey! First round is coming up now,” said Mom as she took the pan from the stove and plated the pancakes.

“Alright!” I said as I sat down at our kitchen counter. Mom had already set my place with orange juice, the nice plates with the gradient blue rim, even a fresh lily as a centerpiece. She was going all out for my last day at home.

“Nervous, excited?” she asked as she set the pancake plate in front of me.

“A little of both,” I said cutting into the short stack.

Mom sat the pan back on the stove and turned to lean on the counter to talk to me. “You’re going to do great things, kiddo. No doubt about it. I’m gonna miss you though.”

“Thanks. I’ll miss you too,” I said between bites. “But, that’s part of what’s exciting about this. The different places I’ll go and see, the different worlds.”

“Your Dad got excited by all that, too,” she grinned at me over the fond memory. “He’d be awfully proud of you today.”


I didn’t respond to that, other than to nod my head while chewing. Like I said, I’m not very sentimental—or very good with mushy emotions.


“Everything all packed and ready?” she asked, “Is your PaDD and games all shut down?”

“Yes,” I said, “I’m ready to go.”

“Alright then,” she said standing up straight again and turning to grab the pan and dishes. “Finish up your breakfast while I clean up. Then we’ll head for the HyperLoop station.”

“Sounds good,” I said, then, “Hey Mom… Thanks again.”

“Love you, kiddo.”


Today’s Prompt: Pancakes, Lilies, Blue

I’ve been waiting for a chance to play around in my Fleet Academy universe during this challenge, and somehow inspiration to do so hit me with these prompts. I’m very excited to write this novel, but also nervous for the story execution. I’m not entirely sure where I want to take it or how I want to play it. I figure that the more I goof around in this world, the better fleshed out it will be, which can only help the bigger concept. We shall see!

Thanks for reading!

For the full list of prompts and to read some great writing by my friend Jean, visit the prompt page and her blog here!

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Jean Thomas

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John Mastro

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